I don't own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.
Cheryl and Gabby, thank you for pre-reading, and April, thank you for editing. Any mistakes left are my own.
The snow crunched under my feet as I walked down the path to the lake. I paused on the hill and took a seat on the fallen log overlooking the beach. It looked different in the wintertime. No boats were tied to the docks. No golf carts were lined in a row on the small dirt lot. The swings moved in the breeze with no riders.
As I sat there, I could hear the echoes of laughter and music from the vacant beach. I could almost see the ghosts of kids having swimming races and building in the sand; while the teenagers raced jet skis and stole kisses when no one was looking. My childhood vacations here were carefree and filled with laughter.
I met him when I was only six years old. He was my best friend even though we saw each other roughly two weeks a year. As time went by, our feelings changed and matured. I thought I knew everything about him.
But I was wrong—I didn't know him at all.
A/N: The first chapter will be up tomorrow and then will post every Friday until completion.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me.